After becoming Mrs. Pierce over two years ago, my life’s path took a rather sharp curve: I moved from an apartment where I had lived by myself to a house that I shared with my husband; I left a Kindergarten teaching position in one district for a Fourth Grade teaching position in another; and I settled in a new part of Fort Worth that was previously unknown to me. This was a lot of change at once, especially considering that I also was learning how to go from being single to being married at the same time.
Nevertheless, I–we–survived and life settled down. Until a month ago, that is. All the ducks that we had worked so hard to get in a row suddenly waddled in different directions. After a whirlwind two weeks of interviews, phone calls, pro-con lists, and lengthy discussions, our lives have a new destination: the Texas hill country. John applied, was offered, and accepted an English teaching job in Mason. I snagged a Kindergarten job (yep, I’m going back to the little ones!) in Brady. We found a lovely house to rent for the next year. We move in two weeks. Yep. Ducks all over the place.
I am both thrilled and saddened by the changes ahead. I look forward to leaving behind the concrete of DFW. In fact, the general prettiness of Mason and the surrounding area was a major factor in our decision to move. Despite our bookish inclinations, we love the outdoors. We have a state parks pass and a national parks “passport” book that we intend to completely fill in the coming years. We like natural scenery. So in moving to Mason, we will go from this view out our back door…
…to this one.
I feel more relaxed just looking at that picture. How many hours do you think John and I will spend sitting on our back porch reading and taking in the view? As long as I keep us stocked in bug spray (why do the mosquitoes like me so much??), I predict many.
The scenery, of course, is not the only, or most important, factor in us making the move to the hill country. The key reason we’re moving is because of the type of life we want to lead, and we anticipate that Mason will allow us to lead such a life. We want to be in community with others that have also committed to being in community, not just for a couple of years until a “better” opportunity comes along, but for good. John grew up in such a place, and it greatly affected him and the development of his character. As educators, we want the opportunity to impact our students not just for the one year that they are in our classrooms, but over the course of their young lives. We look forward to attending Mason’s high school graduation a few years from now and truly knowing the students that are walking across the stage. Knowing, too, their parents and siblings. We hope to be able to count on our neighbors (or just know their names, for starters–something that hasn’t happened in the two years of living in our current neighborhood), and to be counted upon by them in return. All of this just seems more possible in a small town than in the Metroplex.
No place is perfect, of course. Despite our desire for community, I worry a little about our loss of anonymity. There will be no more easy, Friday-night escapes into Sundance Square after a difficult week at work. We are leaving behind our DFW friends, church, and workplaces. Most of all, though, we will miss living so near to my parents. They have been constant sources of support and love for both John and me, and we’re not quite sure what we’re going to do without them.
But to Mason we are bound.
And I’m ready to embrace whatever is in store for us there.